"Heads or tails?" His voice was light, teasing, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"STOP," you snapped, frowning. "We’re in the middle of a store, for God’s sake."

He grinned, unfazed by your frustration, pulling the coin from his pocket and tossing it up with that familiar flick of his wrist. You could practically hear the jingle of the coin spinning through the air, the way it was his solution to everything.

"You know the rules," he said, leaning against the shelves casually, like he had all the time in the world. "You pick—heads or tails."

You groaned, looking around at the people glancing your way. They probably thought you were insane. "I don’t know… heads?"

The coin landed with a clink in his hand.

"Heads it is," he said, a gleam in his eye. "Now, what are we getting? Jeans or jackets?"

You sighed, your hands running through your hair. "This isn’t a game. Can’t we just pick what we want?"

But that was the thing about him. Every decision, big or small, was a gamble. And when you were with him, you couldn’t help but play along.

"Can’t do that," he said, flipping the coin again, eyes never leaving yours. "Where’s the fun in that? The universe will decide for us."

You rolled your eyes, but he caught your expression with a smirk. "You know you love it. Admit it."

You couldn’t even deny it anymore. There was something oddly thrilling about it all. The unpredictability, the fact that you never quite knew what was going to happen next with him. It kept you on your toes. But it was also... a little exhausting.

"Okay, okay," you said, your voice quieter now, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "But next time, you’re making the decision."

"Deal," he said, tossing the coin in the air again like it was no big deal. "Heads, we go to the food court. Tails, we leave."

You could almost see the gleam in his eyes as the coin twirled, caught between fate and chance.

"Stop," you said again, but you weren’t really protesting anymore. You were just... going along for the ride.